[His goading works. If she doesn't want romance, she won't get it. She's always been able to get his blood up, no more than when she was a child, a doll-like beauty that begged to be broke. He moves off her just long enough to flip her over, moves back down to press himself down over her once again. His body is long, pressed into her back. There's heat in his voice, now, desire.]
Do you want to be treated like my whores? [It's a threat, it's a question.]
cw threatening violence, bad vibes.
Do you want to be treated like my whores? [It's a threat, it's a question.]